Many days when I awake
My work is all I see.
Focus does from me then take
My eyes away from thee.
Through the pane I see the wood,
Tree’s canopy above,
And on grassy blanket good
Stands creatures made in love.
Songs from beaks filling the air,
They echo your sweet word,
Bringing life to all that’s fair,
My heart with longing stirred.
Deep and great must be the one
Whose words brought forth this land,
Giving life through shining sun
To all creation grand.
More than earth has his hand wrought
In dirt his image placed,
And for souls he long has fought
To see us face to face.
But from pane my eye averts
To tasks that fill each day.
In such times your joy deserts,
I focus on my way.
Yet in bed I lay at night
Long after work is done,
Slowly then my thoughts take flight
To mercies of the Son.
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